Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

“Let me taste it?” Mo Jingshen approached.

Ji Nuan pushed the other bowl of noodles toward him, indicating for him to try it. The man reached over and pressed her hand down, leaning down to kiss her lips still stained with soup.

Ji Nuan: “…”

After wiping the taste of soup off of her lips, he released her and calmly judged. “It’s all right. The soup is fragrant and delicious. It’s well-made.”

Ji Nuan: “…”

This man had to take advantage of her even while eating a bowl of noodles.

—-

In the middle of the night, Ji Nuan tugged aside her blankets to move off the bed. She had just moved and was immediately stuffed back into the sheets.

Ji Nuan frantically said, “I’m dead tired…”

Her soup was not made with those sorts of medicine, but she was still pressed down by Mo Jingshen for an entire night. After clinging onto one another for the night, her face was bright red. She thought to get up to drink some water.

However, Mo Jingshen easily pulled her back. Ji Nuan’s entire body was jelly-soft right now. She shrunk under his body and stopped moving.

“Really tired?” He kissed her lips.

“En… There is still work to be done in the studio tomorrow. You have to leave me with energy to get up in the morning…” Ji Nuan tone carried some resentment and anger.

The man gently rubbed her head and carried her to shower. He then stuffed her back into the sheets and headed into the study.

Ji Nuan did not question his purpose for heading there so late in the night. She was too worn out, and after turning over, she hugged the sheets and fell asleep.

Nearing sunrise, she abruptly jerked awake. As she stretched her hand to the side, she felt the cold sheets. Mo Jingshen did not return to the bedroom to sleep. She glanced toward the study; there was still light seeping through the door gap.

——

Two days later, it was Nan Heng’s birthday. Coincidentally, he had also just returned from America.

Mo Jingshen had informed Ji Nuan early in a phone call that he would pick her up before heading to Zi Jing Cheng Nightclub.

These few days, the studio had to receive representatives from several large property companies who had come for negotiations. Ji Nuan knew where Zi Jing Cheng Club was located and did not let Mo Jingshen pick her up. Instead, she worked till it was late with Feng Ling’s company, and after work, she headed there with her.

Zi Jing Cheng Club was the largest place where members of Hai Cheng’s high society tended to gather. Only those who possessed a white gold or diamond card could enter. Precisely because the segregation was thoughtfully managed—even though there were several night entertainment programs—there were very few criminals who could make their way in. Every high-class, private room had its own waiter and bodyguard keeping an eye out.

“Why didn’t Ji Nuan follow you here?” Qin Siting sat on the sofa in the private room, smiling as he glanced at Mo Jingshen sitting alone.

Nan Heng turned back, his handsome face carrying a mocking smile. “I was just about to ask. You’re only a few steps away from hanging Ji Nuan on your waist, but you actually didn’t bring her with you today?”

Mo Jingshen indifferently replied, “She’s busy.”

Qin Siting teased. “Your woman is busier than you?”

“Is there a problem with that?” Mo Jingshen coldly and indifferently glanced at him.

Qin Siting smiled lightly, stretching his long legs as he casually leaned on the sofa. He coldly chuckled. “May I asked if your woman was the one who refuses to be a virtuous wife at home and would rather stretch her wings to venture out? You didn’t even stop her. Aren’t you afraid that if she were to produce some results, in the future, the men around her would increase?”

“Virtuous wife?” Nan Heng had a strange expression on. “When did these words attach to her?”

Arriving at this topic, Qin Siting appeared pleased with himself as he glanced at Nan Heng. “It’s because you lack the fortune. Not long ago, Ji Nuan came to my house and personally made a fruit salad and a cold tossed three silk vegetable dish. The taste was actually not bad. If it wasn’t because there was someone constantly guarding her, I might have been able to taste even more of her cooking. That wealthy young lady now knows how to cook. Using those two words on her isn’t considered too inappropriate.”

Nan Heng lightly chuckled, lazily saying, “Are you serious?”